Extra 11
On this side, Xue Li was kneeling on the sofa. The man was sitting beside her, flipping through a book leisurely and ignoring her. Even though she was kneeling on the soft sofa, her legs were numb from kneeling. She whimpered and pretended to be pitiful, asking the man to let her go.
"You've only been kneeling for ten minutes."
"Ten minutes is a long time, okay?" Xue Li crawled to the man's side on her knees, clung to his shoulder and said tearfully, "Brother Zhiqing, my parents told you to take good care of me."
Lu Zhiqing didn't even raise his eyelids as he took a sip of water and said, "If you beg again, you will have to kneel for ten more minutes."
Xue Li was furious, wanting to pull out the man's water cup and cover his face with it. She turned away angrily, and after a while, she turned back and said awkwardly, "My phone just rang. If you bring it over, I'll kneel for another ten minutes."
"no."
"Then I won't kneel. Why should I listen to you, you bastard." Xue Li stood up from the sofa and stepped on the ground. She picked up the phone on the table and was about to leave. Halfway through, she saw that Lu Zhiqing really had no intention of stopping her. Remembering the last time she was so willful and ignored Lu Zhiqing, she begged him for half a month before he was willing to say a word to her. Xue Li went back cowardly again.
"Give me the phone." Seeing her come back, Lu Zhiqing's expression didn't change, and he spread out his hands.
"I'll just read a message, and then I'll kneel down." Xue Li held the phone reluctantly.
"Then I want to see it too."
"......" Xue Li reluctantly handed the phone to Lu Zhiqing and turned on the screen to check the message.
It was a text message from a stranger, "Song Yu will no longer help others with homework. Please find someone else. Thank you."
Lu Zhiqing narrowed his eyes. Xue Li could only smile guiltily and immediately knelt down again on the sofa. "I was wrong. I know I was wrong. I won't do it again. Brother Zhiqing, please forgive me."
"No, kneel down."
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Living with a girl, Xu Qiao needs to pay attention to many things. Their clothes-drying area is not big, and one has to go through the entire living room to get out of the bathroom. Song Yu usually hangs up the clothes after taking a shower. She always uses other clothes to sandwich her underwear in the middle to make it airtight. Sometimes she would even feel embarrassed to hang the clothes out before he could leave the room.
So every time Song Yu came in to take a shower, he would lie and say he was going out for a run and would come back at a later time.
Her pants were stained by her period and she didn't have time to wash them before going to school in the morning, so she wrapped them in clothes and stuffed them into the laundry basket. Then she forgot about it because she was busy. The red color was exposed because it was not wrapped properly, and Xu Qiao pretended not to notice it.
She often loses things, especially hair bands. Her hair bands can be found in every corner. Xu Qiao collected them one by one in a small box and put them on her desk.
But it is not good to hang clothes like this for a long time, as it is easy to get sick, so Xu Qiao would move the clothes away when she was not around, and then move them back when he went out to pick her up, leaving a small gap. They put their daily clothes in the washing machine to wash together. After making sure that she could not remember what was on her clothes, Xu Qiao would choose a time when she was not around and wash them for her. This happened not often, only that one time in total.
After living like this for so long, Xu Qiao has long been accustomed to some details. On such an ordinary night, the lights in the room have long been turned off, and he sleeps on the soft cushion next to the bed, which has become like a bed after so long.
Many times, Song Yu said that he wanted to buy a bed from the second-hand market, but Xu Qiao always refused. Song Yu didn't know why, but he knew that Xu Qiao had laid many layers of cushions on the floor, and stepping on them felt like sinking into cotton.
He stared at the ceiling quietly with his eyes open. Suddenly, there was a movement on the bed next to him, which was the mumbling of the girl in her sleep.
For countless nights, there were always things he wasn't used to. A large truck passed by outside the window, and its dim headlights whizzed past, casting shadows on the walls inside. The room was lit up for a moment and then quickly faded, and darkness fell again.
The figure of the girl on the bed has disappeared.
The alarm clock on the cabinet above his head was ticking. Xu Qiao looked at the girl's sleeping face close to him, her light and delicate breathing, her slender and beautiful neck as white as jade. His fingers gently hooked the hair on her face, wrapped it around his fingertips, and he was reluctant to let go, reluctant to let go.
He buried his face in the cool hair on Song Yu's pillow, and the unique fragrance filled his nose. Song Yu, Song Yu, Song Yu...
do not leave Me.
Please.
The next day, when Song Yu opened her eyes in bed, she rarely smelled the aroma of food. She struggled to get up from the bed and looked towards the kitchen. It was still bright outside, and the only light in the room was the kitchen door, which was closed and shining through the crack.
She and Xu Qiao parted ways on bad terms yesterday, and thought that Xu Qiao would have gone to work this morning and things wouldn't be so awkward. She had wanted to find some time to talk to him, but now it was too sudden, and she hadn't figured out what to say yet.
She sat on the bed, lost in thought, when the kitchen door opened and Xu Qiao came out with a plate in his hand. Seeing her sitting on the bed, he was stunned and subconsciously looked at the alarm clock. "Why are you awake so early? If you don't want to sleep, come and have breakfast."
Song Yu scratched his hair and said, "I'm going to wash up."
She took clean clothes and went to the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror with a worried look on her face. Xu Qiao's face had no expression just now. Was he still angry? If she had known earlier, she should have just focused on studying. Now he made a mess. She spat out a mouthful of water, her mind full of random thoughts.
"Are you ready? Breakfast is getting cold." Xu Qiao's voice came from outside the door.
"I know, right away." Song Yu responded. She hurriedly washed her face and wanted to change out of her pajamas. She crossed her hands and pinched the hem of the clothes, trying to take them off from the top, but when she pulled the clothes to the top of her head, she found that the clothes were stuck and could not be taken off. She fumbled around randomly, but could not find where it was stuck. She kept doing the same action, and one of her hands was cramping and it was very painful.
She made a sound unintentionally. Xu Qiao stood outside the door and asked, "What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"
Shame prevented Song Yu from saying that her clothes were stuck and she couldn't take them off. She told Xu Qiao in a low voice that she was fine, and then continued to struggle in vain in the bathroom alone.
She saw Xu Qiao's figure on the glass door through the gap in her clothes and she knew that Xu Qiao was worried about her. She wanted to take off her clothes more anxiously, but she couldn't find a way.
After struggling for two minutes, Song Yu felt that she would dislocate her joint if she continued struggling, so she said, "I need your help with something, but is it too late for you to go to work now? If not, just leave first and don't worry about me."
"What's the matter?" Xu Qiao said, "It's okay to go to work, there's still time."
Song Yu closed his eyes tightly, and made up his mind, "That... it's... I... my clothes are stuck... can you come in and help me?"
She sensed Xu Qiao's silence, so she smiled dryly and said, "Haha... It's okay if it's inconvenient. I can solve it myself soon. You go to work first, haha."
"Wait for me a moment." She heard Xu Qiao say in a low voice.
Song Yu stood alone in the middle of the bathroom, wondering how she could tactfully and gently ask Xu Qiao to close his eyes when he came in. After all, her upper body was almost naked and she couldn't see anyone at all.
There was a sudden knock on the bathroom door, and she heard Xu Qiao's voice through the door, "I'm wearing an eye mask. Is it convenient for you to come in now?"
Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief. "Just open the door. I didn't lock it."
Even though she knew Xu Qiao was wearing an eye mask, she couldn't help but shudder when she heard the doorknob click. She felt Xu Qiao's aura completely invading the entire space. She had her back to the door and tugged at her clothes a few times, but found they didn't budge. So she pretended to be calm and said, "I don't know where it's stuck. I can't feel it myself. Can you help me take a look?"
After she finished speaking, there was no movement behind her for a long time. She suddenly became a little nervous, "What's wrong?"
"Song Yu." Xu Qiao said slowly, "I can't see you. I don't know where you are."
Suddenly, Song Yu's face flushed red from neck to neck. She stammered, "I'm sorry... I forgot... Then you, then you just stand there, I'll come over."
Xu Qiao couldn't see, so all his senses except for his vision were magnified. The first thing he felt was the draft caused by someone moving, and then he heard a nervous breath in front of him. "I'm facing away from you. When the clothes are pulled up, feel along the clothes to see where it's stuck and help me untie it."
"good."
Song Yu pulled the clothes up and said sullenly, "Okay, you fix it. It must be stuck at the back."
"Can you hold my hand?" Xu Qiao said, "I can't see, so I'm afraid it might be inconvenient."
"Oh, okay." Song Yu freed one hand and reached back. The moment she touched Xu Qiao's hand, she was a little frightened because his hand was so hot.
The heat made her feel a little overwhelmed for a moment, and she didn't move for a long time, until Xu Qiao gently pinched her fingers and asked softly, "Is it okay?"
"Okay." Song Yu suppressed the throbbing in her heart and fumbled to put his hand on the clothes behind her back, "You try it."
She felt a little uncomfortable with her hands behind her back, so after finding the right position, she put them down and lowered her head, waiting for Xu Qiao to untie her.
The process was very long. She felt Xu Qiao's hand slowly groping on her back through the cloth. The heat from his palm continued to come to her. Her body was trembling slightly but she tried to restrain herself. The hand moved very slowly, and wherever it passed, it felt like fire was burning. She turned her head to glance at the mirror. Her face was flushed, and the exposed skin on her body was stained pink. She looked very pitiful.
Just bear with it for a while, just bear with it for a while.
"Sorry, I didn't touch it." Xu Qiao said after a while.
"It's okay." Song Yu heard himself say, "It's okay with me, just do it yourself, maybe the clothes are not stuck in the back."
"Yeah." She heard Xu Qiao's hoarse voice, "I'm sorry."
The next second, she felt a hot hand touching her naked lower back. Only then did she realize why Xu Qiao said it was embarrassing. The hand was gradually moving upwards. She felt sweating. The skin on her back was very cold when exposed to the air, but it was steaming with incomparable heat the moment the big hand brushed past it.
Damn it, Song Yu clenched her fists and said, "Stop shaking!" Her legs were so weak that she could hardly stand. Her whole body seemed to melt into a pool of water in Xu Qiao's hot palm.
"Click." She felt something loosen in front of her, and something broke free and jumped out. The buttons on her back were unbuttoned, and she trembled even more violently. She didn't know what Xu Qiao was going to do, and her forehead was covered in sweat because of nervousness.
What if she really wanted to do something? How should she deal with it? She still...
"Okay." Xu Qiao said.
Song Yu was stunned, and then the next second, a cool breeze came from behind, and Xu Qiao went out.
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